Yuan Ming did not intend to leave just yet by doubling back. Instead, he wanted to check out the other two areas before making any plans.
Before long, Yuan Ming arrived in front of a garden bursting with vibrant colors, and even before he stepped in, he was greeted by a mixture of over a dozen different floral fragrances assaulting his nose.
Yuan Ming's nostrils flared, and with just a slight inhale, he found the scent of the flowers pleasing and refreshing to the heart and spleen.
He walked slowly into the garden and quickly discovered many aged Spiritual Flowers and Spirit Grasses under his scanning gaze. Although they were not too rare, they could still be exchanged for quite a few Spirit Stones, so he immediately swept them up with a flick of his sleeve, and a stream of rosy light collected them all into his pouch.
However, at that moment, his brow suddenly furrowed, and the floral scent before his nose somehow turned into an odorous, nauseating stench of blood.
